I turned 31. Some days, I feel a hundred.
Not sure what it was about having this second baby, but instantly I sprouted new patches of grey hair and feel as if I'm on the fast track to gerrie-hood. It won't be long before I'm saying things like, "Has anyone seen my glasses?" and making friends with the waitress, as we dine at the early bird special.
Natey and Kyle made me a cake and the only candle we could find was the "4" from Natey's last birthday. SO cute though to watch him and Kyle in the kitchen together, making a cake for Mom. (By the way, Natey's new name for me is "Darlin." Natey can you get that for me? "Sure Darlin...")
Maybe I feel so old and tired from all we've been through in the last year. When I hit thirty, I was about 8 weeks from finding out I was pregnant, living in a different state, at a different job, pondering what to do, and so there's much to celebrate this year, including our homecoming and a new baby which made it all possible. Hard to believe what a difference a year makes!